In a wasteland of pure darkness a light flickers, the last of all light. The dimming light speaks its last words.
"My light flickers, we cannot fall as one. Scatter my children, in this final stand I hide you from the darkness, in a place where you may create something new."
The light becomes very dim as if veiled.
"You cannot hide. The dark consumes, the light projects. You may try, but we will find you."
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The Fallen Souls: Genesis
FantasyAll thing come to an end and in a world full of immortals, this is no exception. But everything has a beginning, right?
